Playing with multiple exposures.
From a few weeks ago when we were in Oregon. All images shot on film.
Took Scout to our neighborhood coffee shop and he did pretty well :)
I am in love with Seattle. It is the first place I have ever lived that instantly felt like home. I still can't believe I live in such a beautiful place. Sometimes I feel like I'm in California, other times up in Canada. I hope we can always live here.
Last weekend, while hanging out in Bend, Oregon.
A few weeks ago I was cleaning my office and threw an old roll of film on the ground. Moments later I turned around and Scout was sitting there with the film in his mouth. It's hard to be mad at a face this cute, and thankfully the roll of film was one I wasn't planning on developing.
My Seattle isn't a grey Seattle. It's all how you choose to look at it :)
I didn't tell my dad where I was getting married, but he promised he'd walk me down the aisle wherever it was, as long as it didn't include jumping out of a plane. Happy Father's day, Dad! Thanks for showing me how much fun life is xo.
Why yes, yes I would love to sit in your gazebo tent all day.
It's crazy, had you asked me three years ago if I wanted to take photos of anything else other than people, I would have said no. Photographing people has always been my jam, but a few years ago I started photographing office spaces in San Francisco that my good friend Marta was designing. I've been hooked ever since.
There's something I find incredibly therapeutic doing interior photography. I love being able to see how people decorate their homes and imagining the life they have in their space. I especially love seeing tiny spaces (like the one below) and how creative they are when it comes to storage space and giving the place its own personality. I love the quaintness of these homes and knowing that an entire life happens in this space. It's so refreshing and calming. Don't get me wrong, photographing people are still my jam, but being the introvert I am, photographing people can leave me feeling exhausted at the end of the day. As the photographer, you turn yourself into a bit of a class clown, in order to get the person to smile and laugh. I do love it, but again, some days that can be difficult. A space like this requires no class-clowning. There's no movement, no noise, just a quiet space sitting with years and years of secrets whispering through the walls.
Here's a space I photographed earlier today.